Magic Mirror and Hair Tales

This poem is a fun exploration of the magic in our hair and how it mirrors the moods and transformations we go through. Each day, a new persona!

Before I let the world see me,

My magic mirror runs the show.

Every strand tells a story—
Every twist is a mood to throw!

Sometimes, honey, I'm Medusa,

Serpent tresses full of sass.

Cross me wrong, and with one glare,
I'll serve you that stone-cold pass.

Other times, I’m sweet like Bubbles,

Ponytails bouncing, full of cheer.

Check the mirror—smile approved!
World, I’m coming, loud and clear.

Experiment? You bet I do—

Bangs like every Disney star.

Cue the sitcom, roll the laugh track,
I'm the main event by far!

Jasmine vibes? Volume rocking,

Locks that shine and sashay.

A dance of midnight silk and gold,
Turn heads, then float away.

Or maybe I’m Ariel, lost in songs,

Dinglehopper through my hair.

Dancing waves and mermaid dreams—
A carefree magic in the air.

Ursula phase? I own the room,

Cruella’s edge is fierce and bold.

Or Yzma in a stylish turban—
Darling, this look never gets old!

Some mornings, Anna with bed hair,

Messy, wild, still full of grace.

Or dramatic like Elsa’s braid—
One flick, and I freeze the place.

So here’s to the styles we rock alone,

In front of mirrors, no eyes to please.

Every lock, a different story—
Womanhood’s magic, bold and free!

What’s your go-to hair look when you want to feel unstoppable? Do your locks reflect your inner magic too?

Comments

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